[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos As Darkeye described the specifics of another world where Zuriel might’ve been hunted, his eyes instantly went to his companion. Proud, dignified, and haughty to be certain, the mare had well earned her keep in the past couple of years – steadfast, stalwart, and true, where many a human couldn’t say the same. If any had ever tried to maul her, they would’ve met their end by either his powers or her horn. “I am sorry to hear that,” he offered instead, watching as both of his bonded seemed to realize they were moving on – Belial swinging in on another stream of air and landing by his feet, and the equine maneuvering behind, always watching his back. The prospects of food lured them all onward, and he snorted at the sentiments and alteration in subjects, making and marking their way along the sand – intending to return later to dispose of the butchered target. “If I am giving you information, then you should be getting the meal.” Compensation had its merits, and he couldn’t tell if Darkeye had been joking or serious. “We use a barter system here.” No way of coin, if that was what the older man was familiar with. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime